A Will to Love
Ooomg I haven't updated in such a long time! . At least I'm updating now…
Just a little note:
There are a few things in this story that may not go along with the actual plotline of the manga/anime, but this fanfiction, isn't it? I appreciate the fact that you feel like you are helping me, and I do accept criticisms when it comes to textual errors, or names, etc., but some concepts are my own invention (obviously).
Warning: Spoilers
Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me
Chapter 4: Don't Run
Maybe it's just her… And her dreams… But this whole scenario flashed in front of her eyes like they actually happened.
Itachi leaped up and impaled three men on his right and five on his left with kunai and shuriken and the corpses fell out of the bushes they were hiding in. Sakura dodged as a kunai flashed past her pink hair. Itachi, on the other hand, was a blur of grace and deadliness. He had already damaged the ambushers quite effectively, not to mention the pile of bodies growing on the ground. Sakura fought down two more men, and struck the points of paralysis in the human body she had learnt in acupressure as a part of her medical lessons from Tsunade-sama.
However, being handicapped in a struggle with another man, Sakura felt another man sneaking up behind her and concentrated on extending her left leg as far as she can in a solid kick to the face. Her arms flashed with the combination of jutsus and an array of weapons she collected from the onslaught to hold back the attackers.
Less than a second later, when the man Sakura was currently wrestling with almost succeeded in knocking her down, Itachi appeared, finished with his own battle. He struck down the opponents surrounded Sakura, and gave her opportunities to stab the other men in vulnerable areas, killing some in the process.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp jab to her head, and as she fell and fainted away into darkness, and Itachi's bright red eyes were the last image she saw, and his arm supported her limp body as his other arm fended off one last survivor of the ambush.
Sakura sat up quickly, her breathing coming in shallow breaths. She felt a light sheen of sweat on her body as a green blanket fell off her shoulders.
How did I get here…? She wondered. Her eyes fell upon the shape and hulk of a very familiar man sitting outside the light canopy of the bed. Although her head was in pain, Sakura peeked through the slit in the curtains.
"Itachi-san," she said softly. Itachi turned slowly, not surprised as he had felt her movements on the bed.
"How are you feeling?" he asked with the slightest concern visible in his luminescent red eyes. She managed a small though weak smile.
"Besides the death-worthy headache and everything related to the head injury, totally fine," she replied, totally forgetting the moment that seemed like a century ago when he had told her that she was his hostage and bait for team Kakashi.
She gazed at his back for a moment, and then offered Itachi a place in the big bed. She didn't know what spurred her to do that, but she felt like it was the right thing to do. She knew his answer though, the moment the words had slipped out of her mouth. She gazed expectantly at him for his answer. To her slight surprise and secret pleasure, he looked disconcerted for a split second before regaining his composure and replying with an icy "No."
Sighing, Sakura fell back onto her soft cotton pillows while the curtains remained separate so she can continue staring at the Uchiha man in front of her.
She didn't know what was so appealing about him; sure, he had great looks and a kick ass physique to boot, but that wasn't the only attraction. Sakura knew and experienced that hint of danger, of the "tall, dark and handsome", not to mention mysterious as well. One can say he could have been perfect if not for the fact that he is a well-known mass murderer with a tendency to take things too seriously and plan scary schemes 24/7.
Guess the only reason why is because he looked so much like Sasuke… Too much in fact… Sakura shook her head slightly and sank into the pillows fully, staring up at the canopy. Tears gathered in her eyes, wondering how she landed herself in this situation. Her friends must be worried about her, not to mention the Fifth Hokage herself.
Maybe they already sent teams of shinobi after her…
She bolted upright, fear rising in her as panic twisted her thoughts. When they send rescuers, it might include Naruto and Sasuke... The last two people she would have wanted tangled in this.
Sakura jumped out of her bed, and ran for the door. Peeking out, she quickly deducted that no one was in the hallway or corridor near her room. Slipping back into the room, she quickly dressed and looked around for any potential weapons. Of course, leave it up to Itachi to leave her defenseless. No, not defenseless—weaponless. Her entire body is a weapon unto itself.
Deciding that, she quickly climbed out of the room through the window, using her chakra to stick to the wall like a lithe bug. She tried to use as little chakra as possible, so it won't be detected so easily. Thanks to her excellent chakra control, she managed to get to the rooftop without any alarm. She quickly turned and started sprinting to the next rooftop, but an arm caught her around her waist.
"Don't scream," a voice whispered in her ear. Sakura's heart pounded with panic, her mind racing around for alternatives and feeble escape plans. Her mouth was covered by her captor's hand, and her arms were rendered immobile by one strong arm that encircled her body. Something told her that her captor was a male. Perhaps she sensed what her captor was going to do, but she started flailing when his hand started itching towards her sleeping point, causing him some difficulty. He roughly maneuvered Sakura so she was completely defenseless, her legs captured by one of his, and he quickly tapped her sleep spot and Sakura fell asleep almost immediately.
Kisame brought her back into the building, and called out for Itachi. Itachi came soon after he sent the call, and Kisame silently handed over the sleeping girl.
"Thank you for bringing her back," said Itachi, as he took Sakura into his arms. Itachi's feet silently hit the tiled floor as he walked back into the room that was very recently vacated by the kunoichi. He gently laid his burden into the bed, and covered her yet more gently. He touched her cheek, and savored in the peace of her slumber. Then he abruptly turned and walked right back out of the room, leaving no sign of his brief display.
"Kisame," he said to the figure waiting outside the room. "What is it that you want?"
Kisame smirked, and looked as if he was about to chuckle, too. "I don't want anything. Just wondering how your mission is going, you know. You can't afford to mess this one up, it's especially important to the Akatsuki."
"You don't think I know all that? I believe the mission was assigned to me, and all the rules and goals were made clear to me."
Kisame only grinned wider, and looked at Itachi with stone cold eyes. "Yea, yea, whatever. Just make sure you complete it, because you and I will both benefit greatly from it."
Itachi glared at Kisame, and then walked away. He didn't need that kind of shit right now. As Itachi walked down the plain white hallway, he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Sakura was proving to be more trouble than he asked for. Maybe he could convert her to help the Akatsuki instead of being extra weight…
Sakura woke up yet again, covered by the same blanket as before. Or had that been a dream? She looked out the window, and noticed that it was night. As she tried to stretch, Sakura realized with horror—she was bound to the bed without her noticing in her sleep. The knots were done well, and possessed enough stinging chakra to slap her sensitive limbs if she tried to force a rip. Sakura started crying out.
"Help! Help me! Please, someone, anyone, come and help me!" Sakura screamed until her throat started hurting, but no one came. Fighting back tears, Sakura looked at the canopy of her bed. Pins and needles started attacking her limbs as Sakura's muscles tightened from stiffness. She calmed, and relaxed her muscles as she was taught by Tsunade through medical training.
It is bad to panic in a dangerous situation, whether you are certain of the consequences or not. When you panic, you forget common sense, and go with impulses, which have a 50:50 chance of saving you. Not a very good ratio there. You might be able to alter the odds to 75:25, and maybe even 95:5, or even 100:0, if you would only use your brains.
The words drummed through Sakura's mind as she focused her breathing. It has been such a long time ago, when Iruka-sensei had first pounded that knowledge into their young minds. When Sakura finally felt at peace, she heard the door open.
tbc
Yea, I know, kinda short, but it's the best I can do right now. And yes, it's another cliffhanger (which seems to be my specialty). The only reason why I can finish this chapter today is because I had a few reviews, which inspired me to write it. Honestly, there was a twist in this that I didn't realize until I read over the last few paragraphs. So, I promise I will try and update, but I'm kinda failing math and world studies, so I would have to study extra hard, especially since my final exams are coming up sadly. So review, and every review gives me inspiration to write more.